Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison") - Sex Stories

Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison")

... and all over his face. I nutted hard for about ten seconds, getting light-headed. “Fuck yeah!” I panted. “I was saving all that for you, boy. Now eat it. Eat it all up, every last fuckin’ drop.” “Yes, sir,” he said, a disgusted look on his face as my dick started to soften. The first blunt was down to a roach by now, and my brother and I were high as fuck, so Mike had put it out to save it for later. As Sam scooped up all my cum and ate it reluctantly (Mike videotaping the whole thing), I reached down into my pants pocket and pulled out a cigarette. I sat back in the chair and lit up, watching my bitch enjoy his meal of cock juice. “Start lickin’ my cock again,” I said, blowing smoke into his face. “Get it hard. You know what comes next, bitch.” He knew what was coming next, so he started licking while I smoked my cigarette. Oh, yeah. That tight little hole in his pants was about to get ripped open again. By the time I was done smoking, my cock was rigid. “Now stand up and take those little panties off,” I ordered. I saw him glance over at Danielle, and I thought the same thing. We both knew how Danielle would react once she saw Sam naked. Slowly, he pulled the thong down. Mike busted out laughing, and so did I; I’d almost forgotten how tiny my bitch’s dick was, about the size of my pinky finger! Not like he was ever able to put it to use anyway. I glanced over at Danielle, and her face said it all, but she spoke it as well. “I was gonna give my virginity to THAT?!” Mike and ...

... I laughed again. “Looks like you wouldn’t have felt a thing!” Mike snickered. I managed to shake my laughter off after a few seconds. “Alright bitch, get on the bed and play with your pussy hole.” I said to Sam. “Get it nice and loose for Daddy’s dick.” Mike lit the second blunt as Sam began trying to stick a finger in his anus. I didn’t know if anyone had fucked him since he got out. Probably not, because his ass looked as tight as it had been on his first night in the joint. “It’s too dry,” he complained just as the blunt came to me. I laughed bitterly. “You got your own natural lube. Why don’t you use that?” Realizing what I mean, and making a revolted face, he took his index finger into his mouth and covered it with saliva. “I wanna see that finger go up yo ass. Turn around,” I said through the cloud of smoke I was expelling. As he turned around, I reached out and picked my belt up off the ground. I brought it back and whipped it against one of his butt cheeks. He squealed like a little girl as the leather struck him, which made me and my brother laugh again. “That was for not calling me ‘sir’ or ‘Daddy’ just then!” I yelled. “Next time it’ll be my fist against yo face!” “I apologize, sir,” he whimpered compliantly. Taking one more toke I stood up and said “Get on your side.” I handed the blunt to Mike and walked over to the bed. I held my own much bigger index finger up to Sam’s mouth and said “Lick.” He bent his head forward and started sucking on my finger, but I only ...